The composition fractured me.

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~ Monday, March 2 ~
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“No one knows when you’re actually learning so it could be a simple 4th grade thing and you just react like it’s nothing… But privately your brain is dancing.”

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~ Friday, January 9 ~
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Ojalá algún día sepas todo lo que te lloré. Ojalá entiendas todo lo que te extrañé. Es difícil recordar que estuviste a mi lado, es más difícil aceptar que jamás volverás.
Yo por mi parte te he olvidado, tú quisiste que las cosas así fueran ¿no es así?. Ya no queda nada dentro de mí para darte, perdón si te superé tan fácil, aunque no lo creas tú me ayudaste con cada palabra que me dolió, con cada acción que me marcó.
Ahora soy más grande, he crecido estos últimos meces y espero que sepas que de verdad soy feliz.
Espero que te des cuenta de que todo lo que te dije, en su momento, fue cierto.
Espero que entiendas que yo no quería esto, pero ahora no hay nada más que hacer. Nunca te mentí, nunca te fallé.
Espero que tengas bien grabado lo mucho que te amé, que no te duela saber que antes eras tú, pero ahora es él.

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thisismayan:
“ Self Portrait, PS oct 2014
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thisismayan:

Self Portrait, PS oct 2014

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~ Sunday, January 4 ~
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Lovely people that never changed their tumblr name.

Hi,iloveyouguys. Hello others. Missed ya, a little bit. What’s new here anyway?……..


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I believe most people “believe” they have a clear understanding and awareness of their own inner emotional experience. It is very discomforting to believe we are often blind to our own experience. There is a great multitude of people who are “not aware” that they are “not aware.” Unfortunately being blind to our own inner emotional drives is a dangerous way to live. From this blindness, we become subjects to our own emotions. The emotions then completely rule and dictate their thoughts and behaviors, while they deceptively believe that they are the master of their ships and their misfortunes are because they are a victim of all circumstances which are beyond their control. Around and around they go, in their blindness of their own behaviors, and emotions, continually experiencing the same pain, and disappointments over and over again.

There is a term called confabulation. It refers to our minds’ ability to first experience something then to create a story post fact to fit the experience into the framework we use to structure our understanding of the world. The confabulations we make allows us to be lost in our own deceptions. If we see a partner as “selfish” then everything they do will be seen through this lens. If I believe I am courageous, then I may distort or bury any experience which would suggest I am otherwise. Bringing our inner experience of living into clearer vision allows us to catch ourselves in these confabulations. I personally catch my own confabulations on a regular basis. I see a confabulation, I label it as such, and then I can see through it.

Consciously recognizing the emotional reactions we feel inside, analyzing the subconscious beliefs which are provoking the emotion, and consciously challenging those beliefs which are not logical or are clearly detrimental to our well-being is the path to escaping repeating the same patterns in our lives which hold us hostage and prevent us from becoming who we want to be and living the life we want.

Slow down, take time to recognize what you are experiencing in life and begin the process of great growth.


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kelledia:
“ Former ancient temple ruins in Anuradhapura in Sri Lanka. The intricately carved bottom stone is called the ‘Moonstone’ and the steps lead to a still intact, sitting Buddha.
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kelledia:

Former ancient temple ruins in Anuradhapura in Sri Lanka. The intricately carved bottom stone is called the ‘Moonstone’ and the steps lead to a still intact, sitting Buddha.

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Right the fuck on though.

Right the fuck on though.

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After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.
— Jorge Luis Borges “You Learn” (via nerdlikejazzy)

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Each person’s life is like a mandala- a vast, limitless circle. We stand in the center of our own circle, and everything we see, hear and think forms the mandala of our life. We enter a room, and the room is our mandala. We get on the subway, and the subway car is our mandala, down to the teenager checking messages on her iPhone and the homeless man slumped in the corner. We go for a hike in the mountains, and everything as far as we can see is our mandala: the clouds, the trees, the snow on the peeks, even the rattlesnake coiled in the corner. We’re lying in a hospital bed, and the hospital is our mandala. We don’t set it up, we don’t get to choose what or who shows up in it. It is, As Chogyam Trungpa said, “the mandala that is never arranged but is always complete.” And we embrace it just as it is. Everything that shows up in your mandala is a vehicle for your awakening. From this point of view, awakening is right at your fingertips continually. There’s not a drop of rain or a pile of dog poop that appears in your life that isn’t the manifestation of enlightened energy, that isn’t a doorway to sacred world. But it’s up to you whether your life is a mandala of neurosis or a mandala of sanity.
— From Pema’s Chodron’s newest book, Living Beautifully with Uncertainty and Change
http://pemachodronfoundation.org/store/buy-books/#livingbeautifully (via marsaglia54)
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